My Sisters

Her hair is the color of fire, or the red in a Kansas sunset.

Eyes that change with her mood; deep blue when she's vexed, a light green when she's content.

She's all about business, but still has fun when it's time.

Her amazing determination allows her to stop at nothing to get what she wishes for.

The type of person people go to for advice.

Her favorite color is green, which reflects her personality; thoughtful, caring, and funny.

She is the oldest of three girls.

 

Her hair is the color of lemonade, or the bright center of a daisy.

Eyes that are bright blue, like two sparkling sapphires.

She's playful, and all about fun, but knows when it's time to be serious.

She's curious, sometimes getting into mischief.

The type of person to dot her i's with flowers.

Her favorite color is pink, which reflects her personality; bright, joyful, and fabulous.

She's the youngest of three girls.

 

Tall and Small.

Adult and Child.

Same round cheeks.

Same squishy noses.

They get along well, in a house of six.

With four girls

and two boys.

I love them all

though these two hold a special place in my heart.

 

My Sisters

 

This poem is about: 
My family

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